Saturday was, besides the anniversary of our nation’s Declaration of Independence,
the day of the infamous cardboard boat regatta. Our kids received two trophies;the Big Bertha Award (largest boat to complete the race),and the Fastest Boat Award (self explanatory). It was a lot fun. It was also hot. Very,very hot.
I am the mom who is always harping on her kids to wear sunscreen,irregardless of how dark complected they are. To bring home the dangers of several hours in the 107 degree heat, I selflessly forgot to apply sunscreen to myself.
Ouch!
Double ouch!
My family,alway sympathetic to my endless suffering on their behalf-laughed at me.
It is hard work being a martyr in this family.
On the teenage employment front, my seventeen year old is going to train to be a server. She asked to be trained. If she can successfully serve,she can if she has to, support herself.(barely)She is showing Quite a bit of initiative lately. I am very proud of how hard she is working. At twelve,we thought she would be with us forever. Six months ago, I was thinking she would be home until her mid-twenties. Now we are thinking she might be able to move on by twenty.That is a tremendous amount of growth in a short period of time.
Not to be outdone, my sixteen year old has a job interview on Wednesday. He is nervous,but resigned to his fate. He is also beginning to look forward to some ready cash. He isn’t my first son to need a kick in the seat of his pants to motivate towards gainful employment. I think working outside the home will be good for him. There is nothing like a hard earned pay check to inspire confidence.
In the interest of keeping this post upbeat and positive, I will write about youngest son’s visit with his psychiatrist later.
